Music of the Angels

The ev­er­green branch­es are wav­ing around us

And sweet­ly our car­ols in har­mo­ny ring

While here we are ga­thered to wel­come with rap­ture

The birth of our Sav­ior

Re­deem­er

and king.

Hark! the mu­sic of the an­gels

Floating on­ward still we hear;

Blessèd mu­sic

sweet­est chor­us

Ever sung to mor­tal ear.

How gra­cious­ly fa­vored the shep­herds of Ju­dah

Who guard­ed their flocks on that won­der­ful morn

When le­gions des­cend­ed

pro­claim­ing the tid­ings

That Je­sus

the pro­mised Re­deem­er

was born.

How hum­ble His birth­place

how low­ly His cra­dle

O ten­der com­pas­sion

O in­fi­nite love!

The Son of the High­est our na­ture as­sum­ing

That we might in­her­it the man­sions above.

The sweet chim­ing bells with our car­ols are blend­ing

A glad

mer­ry Christ­mas they joy­ful­ly ring.

While here we are ga­thered to wel­come with rap­ture

The birth of our Sav­ior

Re­deem­er

and king.